PixieStix

Jo I bite my lip, "So you don't wanna get lucky? That's fine with me..." I play around, walking into the mini kitchen.

Jo I raise an eyebrow, turning around and dropping my bra on the ground, my shirt still on, "Says the person that took that off," I chuckle.

Jo I bite my lip, "I just think it's funny how you're trying to get lucky," I smile.

Jo I shake my head and purse my lips, "Nothing."

Jo I feel him unclip my bra from under my shirt and shake my head at him, wrapping both my arms around his neck and chuckling. Slick. Thinks he'll get ...

Jo I smile, in bliss, and tangle my fingers in his hair.

Jo I run my one had down his arm and the kiss gets more intense.

Jo I smile wide, playing with the bottom fabric of his shirt.

Jo I bring a hand to the side of his face and sit straight.

Jo He sits down on the table's top and I sit on his lap, letting him deepen the kiss.

Jo I giggle midkiss, eyes closed.

Jo I lead him up to the room, getting there and locking the door while kissing Chris.

Jo I sign a couple of autographs before the security push the paparazzi away and we enter the main lobby.

Jo I smile wide, grabbing his hand and heading out with him. People rush to us, asking for autographs and paparazzi taking so much pictures.

Jo I nod, "It was. Lots of adrenaline."